Rain

difficulties with it. Rain picked up Vince’s yoga mat and put on the table. He wasn’t doing his yoga either. But the music was still playing in his bedroom. Rain walked towards the door and opened it. She froze at the door with her mouth opened. A blonde girl was hopping on him, screaming something with an annoying french accent! So that was his Cecile! Rain couldn’t move, oh how angry she was! She was only brought back by a hissing cat. That horrible creature jumped off the bed stand and scratched Rain’s shoe. Vince turned his head and pushed that girl on the bed. Rain turned around and rushed into the other room. What was she gonna do? Oh what should she do? Yell? Make a scene or just leave? She couldn’t leave! He was... oh goodness! No, she couldn’t just leave. Meanwhile, Vince ran towards her and touched her shoulder. “Rain!” He didn’t even put any clothes on. He was standing there, before her, covering all his gruds with some stupid rag. Was he not embarrassed at all?! “Rain, sweetheart... I love only you!”

She pushed him and turned around, catching on her breath. Those freaking breathers were all she could think of.

Darren H. Pryce

“Rain, you have to understand me! I am an artist! I need inspiration.”

Understand him? Oh, really? She has to? No way... And inspiration? That Cecile with her french poetry was his inspiration?! Oh how could she be so naive?!

In a fit of burning anger, Rain took a bucket of paint and emptied it on his latest painting, the one he never finished, because he was so busy cheating in her! “Here is some more inspiration for you!” She yelled. She was trying to hold her tears. She couldn’t let this bustard see her crying! It would be even more stupid than letting him enjoy his dump painting! Vince spent two seconds blinking, he couldn’t believe in what she just did. Then he waved his arms, dropping his rag and screamed at her. “Crazy bitch! What have you done?! This was a masterpiece!” He rushed to his ruined painting.